i have no idea if this makes sense
Itās about a girl. A broken, beaten girl who believed her world was ending. A girl who woke up every morning to experience the pressing stress of a job, schoolwork, and the constant struggle for money. Every adult she met asked about which college she was going to, when she was going to learn to drive, what her plans for the future were. Every day marked a day closer to growing up, moving away, and eventually dying. And that terrified her.
She was red with fear of the unknown. Crimson with the panic every time the subject of choosing a career came up. Stained with the longing to be young again. To not hold the weight of a rushing world on her shoulders. This girl felt close, so close, to giving up. She simply felt like she couldnāt take it.
This girl did not believe that anyone could understand. There was nothing and no one as red as her.
Until late at night, when she turned on the car radio to stop the thinking in her mind. And through the static came a song that was red. As red as her.
Stressed Out. A song about the very things she feared: growing up, moving on, losing who she was. The music was red, red, red. The lyrics filled the car with crimson. The chords leaked through the stereo, swirling around her in the color she had grown to identify with. Red met red, and bled. The words of the music touched her soul, and sang, really sang, of the things she had been feeling. The anxieties, the stress, the sadness. Her own red melted from her shoulders and seeped from her head. As the song ended, the blood of her worry followed the lyrics back into the stereo, and she breathed easy. Someone understood.
A year later, and she stands in in the balcony seating of her first Twenty One Pilots concert. Not the best seating, not the best view, but she was there. Other people were below her. People who told her the song she listened to was overplayed and fake. A bitter reminder of how their band had risen to fame. But as the first chords of the familiar lyrics played through the arena, she once more let the red melt away from her. In a world of dark shapes, she was screaming color. An outline of crimson. An image of blood.
She connected with the music. And although invisible, the red from the stage and the red from her mind met above the screaming fans and melted away.
